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I let out a moan, low and needy. I want to remember how good we were together before I was hurt. I want to return to those moments, I want more. We can finally have that.
He slides his hands down to my hips, digging his hands into my skin. “Fuck, baby. If you keep making those noises, I won’t be able to wait an entire week to be inside you.”
“Well, whose fault is that?” I grind myself against him, my pulse rising with every breath.
He groans, rather loudly. “You’re evil, woman.” A wave of pleasure shoots down to my core as his teeth scrape along the shell of my ear. Grabbing on to his forearms, I curl my fingers around his muscles, loving how hard and unyielding they feel in my grasp.
He spins me around. We both breathe hard as we stare at one another with longing. My tongue slides out and I lick my lips, and that’s all it takes for us to crash into each other, mouth first. His hand veers into my hair, clawing at my scalp, while he kisses me hard but taking great lengths not to hurt my nose. I nip at his lips with my teeth, causing him to growl low in his throat.
He pulls us apart, our breaths raw and weak. “The things I’m gonna do to that body…” he says, looking at my mouth then at my nipples, now hard against my shirt. I squeeze my legs together, feeling his words where I need him most. He draws closer, encasing his arm around me. “I really hope you’re ready, because once we start, I know we’ll never want to stop. Now go pack a bag because you’re coming home with me.”
Mouth parted, I can’t seem to move. Every inch of me is desperate for him. “Now, Lilah, before I lose all self-control and fuck you right on this damn floor.” As if I couldn’t be anymore turned on...
“I wish you would,” I whisper, kissing his lips before heading for my bedroom.
“You’re killing me, baby. Killing me,” he calls out. I smile, loving the way we make each other crazy.
I stuff a large tote bag with some things I’ll need for a few days so I’m not constantly going back and forth, and come back out. He takes the bag from me as we exit my apartment and into his.
“Do you mind if I take a shower?” I ask.
“Of course not, baby. I could run you a bath if you want.” He drops my tote on the kitchen counter.
“Oh, that sounds so good. Maybe you could join me?” There’s nothing I want more right now than his hard, naked body around mine.
He shakes his head in mock disappointment. “You’re clearly trying to kill me. I mean, there’s no other explanation. You know very well there’s no way in hell I’d be able to resist you while you’re all naked…and wet.” He looks me up and down as if he’s already picturing me without a shred of clothing.
I walk up to him, looping my arms around his neck. “I mean do wehaveto wait a whole week? I’m completely fine. Maybe I’ll call the doctor and ask for a permission slip.”
He wraps his arm around my back, holding me close. “Oh yeah? And how’s that conversation going to go, hmm? Hey Doc, I really want to bang my boyfriend. He makes me so desperate for his cock. Can you make an exception? I really think it would help with my recovery.”
“That’s not what I’d say.” I lean into his neck, my tongue drifting up to his ear. He groans and grows harder against my belly.
“What would you say?” he pants.
“I’d say, hey Doc, if you saw my boyfriend naked, you’dcompletelyunderstand.”
“Fuck, I love you.” His voice desperate. “Go grab some towels in my bedroom closet. Now. Because I’m about to join you in that bath.”
I press my lips to his cheek, his stubble brushing up against my mouth, the friction not helping my sexual intoxication. “I love it when I win.”
“I have a feeling you’ll be winning a lot in this relationship. Now move that pretty ass and get us some towels.”
As I head to his bedroom, he calls out, “Oh, and Lilah?”
I stop, turning around. “Yeah?”
“Maybe you can wear one of my shirts to bed, like you did that first night.”
“Trying to re-create a fantasy, are we?”
“Maybe.” He feigns innocence as a cocky smile crosses his lips.
I turn back around then call out over my shoulder, “I think that could be arranged.”
I walk toward the white closet door, still smiling and still turned on as hell. Could tonight be the night we’re finally together? I dream up ways of making him cave in the shower. So many delicious ways...
Reaching for the silver knob, I pull open the door and find two white shelves inside. Well I’m impressed; his closet is more organized than mine. There’s a row of grey towels neatly folded on the lower shelf.
